Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seguiré Siendo el Mismo, artist - Triple XXX
Date of issue: 11.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Seguiré Siendo el Mismo(original) |
Eres lo unico que me mantiene vivo y con ganas, |
la unica motivacion para despertama mañana, |
mis sueños estaban rotos, |
y tu traistes la alegria, |
eras ese encendedor que este porro encendia, |
eres la luz, mi noches, mis dias, mi boo, |
el sentimiento mas puro que senti nunca, tu, |
si quise a alguien mas que a mi eras tu, |
crei en una vida en la que todo eras tu, |
rien de tous, mi inspiracion se fue de tour, |
me he quedado mas solo que la una, waiting for you … |
aqui los dias se levantan con el sol en to lo alto, |
par mi siempre esta nublado, porque te fuistes de mi lado, |
me dijo ciao bambino, no cambies me piro, |
esa mierda blanca te tiene perdido, |
me dijo sin mi no tendras segundo disco, |
sin tripas, vacio, queria tirarme al rio, |
me he sentido como el Flore, |
el de en medio de los Chichos, |
estuve cerca de precipicio, |
los nervios saque de quicio, |
hay desorden y defectos talento roto por vicio, |
soy un perro callejero y seguire siendo el mismo. |
Todavia me acuerdo de la industria, de la «b"y los bidones, |
robar la hucha del colegio y pensar … |
de mayor voy a ser como Capone, |
el negro a mi lado, compartiendo barrones, |
perros viejos criados en descampados, |
manos de fango, no «billetonis», |
pisando charcos, aprendiendo en el barrio, |
incando el codo en el asfalto, |
preparado para el proximo asalto,¡un warrior!, |
siempre he sido una cabeza dura, |
locuras y diabluras, peleas, huesos y rupturas, |
me cago en tu estructura,¡no hay mas! |
soy lo que soy, no voy a cambiar, |
transparente como el cristal, |
ire contando mi vida en un track, de crack, |
voy con mis historias de ciudad en ciudad, |
pensando en mi futuro, |
y buscan billete en el rap,¡lo juro!, |
lucho por mi musica, |
por el amor de mi amor, |
por salir de la mierda, |
levantarme con la luz del sol, |
no parar de escribir, |
no parar de darte show, darte flow, |
lucho para los mios, |
como en Karate a muerte en Bangkog. |
La inspiracion necesito para triunfar, |
si tengo errores puedo rectificar, |
el Gordo y el Spanish, |
la fama y los billetes no los cambiaran. |
Esto no es palabria puerca, |
seguire siendo el mismo, |
billetes en una cuenta, |
no justifican el clasismo, |
me da fuerza saber, |
que algunos se identifican con lo que hago, |
todos hemos pasado malos tragos, |
todos hemos sido unos vagos, |
dime quien no hay currado, |
quien no ha trapicheado por un fajo, |
a quien no le han clavado, |
a quien no le han hecho todo el «miau», |
quien no hay confiado demasiado en un colega, |
y te ha fallado, te ha dejado todo enmarronado, |
cara partida, tirado, |
no quiero falsos en mi circulo, |
el camino es duro, |
voy con gente que me aprecia por lo que soy, |
no porque me coman el culo, |
soy chulo por naturaleza, |
gente clara, no espesa, |
las cosas en la cara, si no, no interesan, |
sigo aprendiendo, rectificar es de sabios, |
no me arrepiento de nada de lo que he hecho, |
es mis tiempos de corsario, |
De La Calle Vengo, |
en ella sigo viviendo a diario, |
subiendo de escalon, soy el Gordo del barrio. |
La inspiracion necesito para triunfar, |
si tengo errores puedo rectificar, |
el Gordo y el Spanish, |
la fama y los billetes no los cambiaran. |
Estoy en un cuarto echando a perder, |
pensando otra vez como coño pude caer, |
en esa mierda otra vez Manuel, |
dijistes la ultima vez, que nunca mas okey, |
que nunca mas lo probare, |
te esta comiendo el cortex, |
no creo que importe pagar el importe, |
por la pureza y no por corte, |
de sur a norte, desde la costa del sol, |
a la costa de la morte, |
quiero gritar si me siente me oye no me ven, |
I try do that damm thing, |
be the same everyday, |
Spanish the name, rap life the game, |
son perras y putas de mi no la pieis, |
hoy dan la cara por mi mucho mas de cien, |
los que me importan son mis hermanos, |
¿quieres ganar respeto en la calle?, |
Spanish no pronuncie en vano ¡ho!, |
born alone, die alone, |
dias tristes cambialo, coge ese talento, |
y multiplicalo, encuentralo, |
hayalo en tu interior, |
tu vales compi, sacalo, |
vivir tiene valor, |
sal afuera demuestralo, |
quieres calor, amor, repartelo, |
es gratis no seas cabezon, |
si das algo recibe a cambio, |
un premio una bendicion, |
sudor costó, nunca estudió, |
el era vago y soñador, |
quieria vivir la vida y su sueño, |
protegerlo, conseguirlo, extenderlo, |
que su voz, tocara el cielo, |
no me importa morir hoy, |
no tengas miedo ve a mi entierro. |
La inspiracion necesito para triunfar, |
si tengo errores puedo rectificar, |
el Gordo y el Spanish, |
la fama y los billetes no los cambiaran. |
(translation) |
You are the only thing that keeps me alive and wanting, |
the only motivation to wake up tomorrow, |
my dreams were broken |
and you brought joy, |
you were that lighter that this joint lit, |
you are the light, my nights, my days, my boo, |
the purest feeling I ever felt, you, |
If I loved someone more than me it was you, |
I believed in a life in which everything was you, |
rien de tous, my inspiration went on tour, |
I've been more alone than one, waiting for you... |
Here the days rise with the sun high, |
It's always cloudy for me, because you left my side, |
he told me ciao bambino, don't change I'm leaving, |
That white shit got you lost |
He told me without me you won't have a second album, |
without guts, empty, I wanted to jump into the river, |
I have felt like the Flore, |
the one in the middle of the Chichos, |
I was close to the precipice |
the nerves get on your nerves, |
there is disorder and defects talent broken by vice, |
I am a stray dog and I will remain the same. |
I still remember the industry, the "b" and the drums, |
steal the school piggy bank and think... |
When I grow up I'll be like Capone |
the black by my side, sharing poles, |
old dogs raised in wastelands, |
mud hands, not billetonis, |
stepping in puddles, learning in the neighborhood, |
putting my elbow on the asphalt, |
Prepared for the next assault, a warrior! |
I've always been a hard head |
follies and mischief, fights, bones and breaks, |
I shit on your structure, there is no more! |
I am what I am, I will not change, |
crystal clear, |
I will tell my life in a track, from crack, |
I go with my stories from city to city, |
thinking about my future |
and they look for a ticket in rap, I swear! |
I fight for my music |
for the love of my love, |
for getting out of shit, |
get up with the sunlight, |
don't stop writing |
not stop giving you a show, giving you flow, |
I fight for mine |
like in Karate to the death in Bangkok. |
The inspiration I need to succeed, |
if I have mistakes I can rectify, |
the Fat and the Spanish, |
fame and tickets will not change them. |
This is not pig talk, |
I will remain the same |
tickets in one account, |
they do not justify classism, |
It gives me strength to know |
that some identify with what I do, |
We've all been through bad times |
We've all been lazy |
tell me who is not currado, |
who has not dealt for a wad, |
who has not been nailed, |
to whom they have not done all the "meow", |
who has not trusted too much in a colleague, |
and he has failed you, he has left you all brown, |
split face, pulled, |
I don't want fakes in my circle |
the road is hard |
I go with people who appreciate me for who I am, |
not because they eat my ass, |
I'm cool by nature |
clear people, not thick, |
things in the face, if not, they do not interest, |
I keep learning, rectify is wise, |
I don't regret anything I've done, |
it is my corsair times, |
I come from the street |
in it I continue to live daily, |
going up a step, I'm the Fatty of the neighborhood. |
The inspiration I need to succeed, |
if I have mistakes I can rectify, |
the Fat and the Spanish, |
fame and tickets will not change them. |
I'm in a messing up room |
thinking again how the hell could I fall, |
in that shit again Manuel, |
you said last time, that never again okay, |
that I will never try it again, |
the cortex is eating you, |
I don't think it matters to pay the amount, |
for purity and not for cut, |
from south to north, from the costa del sol, |
to the coast of death, |
I want to scream if you feel me, hear me, don't see me, |
I try to do that damm thing, |
be the same every day, |
Spanish the name, rap life the game, |
They are bitches and whores of me, do not lose it, |
today they stand up for me much more than a hundred, |
the ones that matter to me are my brothers, |
Do you want to earn respect on the street? |
Spanish do not pronounce in vain ho!, |
born alone, die alone, |
sad days change it, take that talent, |
and multiply it, find it, |
have it inside you, |
you're worth it buddy, get it out, |
living has value, |
go outside show it, |
you want heat, love, share it |
It's free, don't be stubborn |
if you give something receive in return, |
an award a blessing, |
sweat cost, never studied, |
he was lazy and dreamy, |
he wanted to live life and his dream of him, |
protect it, get it, extend it, |
that his voice touched the sky, |
I don't mind dying today |
don't be afraid go to my funeral. |
The inspiration I need to succeed, |
if I have mistakes I can rectify, |
the Fat and the Spanish, |
fame and tickets will not change them. |